Bedlam Poems - Poems about Bedlam

The chaos in my heart, The turbulence within my chamber, A sea in tempestuous rage, A sudden, rapid turning of the pages of a book, An uproar gnawing at my mind— Tranquil, I still seek to find. I walk into the embrace of the day, I walk into the loveliness...

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Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child... courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight while he took tea and crumpets within mistress's boudoir The following verses typed out some years ago, but equally pertinent and relevant to the ebb and flow of my life today, and as ye become familiar with me...

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Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir Nsync with variations on a theme: of drool worthy Reuben Sandwich (consisting of corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, Russian dressing between slices of rye bread that is grilled until the bread is crispy and the cheese melts) various and sundry pseudo lurid fictitious escapades mostly I did merrily wet an appetite for consummation whet madness aye...

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Cain killed Abel on a Monday night Abel didn’t get a chance to put up much of a fight Cain said, “am I my brother’s keeper?” God said, “yeah,” but Cain said, “nah” Adam just shook his head and rubbed his jaw And Adam said, "Good grief, my oh my We’ve got a Tom o’ Bedlam, get a load of...

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There's been bedlam down at the food bank store Rushing and shoving through the opened door I've even seen fighting there on the floor. What's happening to people, can’t they share? When it appears there's hunger everywhere All we need is some love, kindness and care. * * * Again I'm going to the food bank store For my little girl Daisy Loo,...

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He walked a tightrope for a while toed the line with guile as the popcorn crowd ignored the show But his slow, deliberate pace brought him no-more-close to grace than had he jumped to nameless fortune’s call below. This, he came to know. So...he drank his guts out for a while heaved up sorrows in a pile of wretched whiskey-pricked despair But the Mysteries couldn’t...

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A hoodlum, (albeit respectable) in bedlam whiling away his time playing solitaire... November second two thousand and twenty fast approaching the final countdown With less than twenty four, twenty three, twenty two... hours harkening, heralding or (worse case scenario) hindering the presidential election, I trumpet mounting tension and suspense, whereby anticipation hangs analogous to sword of Damocles precariously looms - casting dark shadow across the...

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Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir (Nsync with variations on a theme: various and sundry pseudo lurid fictitious escapades) mostly I did merrily wet whet madness aye ever did dream.) The missus personal trappings strewn helter skelter every perilous step fraught with danger analogous riding as passenger with death cab for cutie 'course thy quasi bohemian rhapsodic Queen of denial feigns ignorance attributes hazardous condition linkedin with accident prone little...

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who left trail of heartbroken sage woman commander in chief deliberately stoked, née sparked long simmering smoldering, and stewing long festering white supremacist altercation fiendishly igniting racial conflagration exploding during late spring 2020. No matter no child left behind kibitzing (yours truly as boy plucked petals off daisy reciting "she loves me," "she loves me not"... cupid loosed an arrow into boyhood neighborhood sweetheart she innocently bespoke "I wanna...

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Shock by Michael R. Burch It was early in the morning, in the forming of my soul, in the dawning of desire, with passion at first bloom, with lightning splitting heaven to thunder's blasting roll and a sense of welling fire and, perhaps, impending doom— that I cried out through the tumult of the raging storm on high for shelter...

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gavel, raffles, travels unravels. palming, bombing, becalm, embalm. death on-death on becalm, becalm 2/9/20 Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©...

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We filled satin roses with birdseed not wanting to harm the birds I could have used my own flower pouch little balls inside to keep me strong Every misfire began as a bloom dreams and desires whisked their blossoms and fueled them with breath and heartbeats intentions were laden with benefit But I grew peonies entwined with weed my energies spilled into twists and...

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beware the enemy who can fart your national anthem it was a mob scene at the microphone kill him kill him they laughed nobody wanted to miss the show a perfect blend of pandemonium and bliss sound bites took their ears off but how else can one enter the future with enough for gas money a basket of Chinese takeout and a cigar...

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Your memories haunt me Like a ghost from Bedlam —One that keeps me wondering Why I ever let you go... There's still a part of you In what is left of this heart, Which does more harm than good Beyond all I could tell... I still see your pretty smiles —That of all, I recall the most; I still hear your tender voice, Very much often...

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He sat on the bed of roses They were spread in a confused manner Certainly intrepid in their graciousness Their petals waning at their edges And there alone, he sank into another She was distant in his dream He was imagining all the need, the drunkness Like he had had a dose of laudanum Conspicuously poising itself on his solemn sorrow With the wit...

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